Daily Yellowstone journal., 1887-05-03
CGUR-BRISE.

fronts the Hygeia at Old Point Comfort,
and drops into a chair in the pavilion.
The wind blows freshly up from the
Chesapeake, and the pavilion. which is
built out into the water, is like the deck
Of a ship az sea. Marion suggests a pic
ture of fair. fresh March. She sits star
ing out on the dancing, breeze tossed
waters, her white gown blown about her,
and her broad brimmed hat caught
il the gale and tapped impertinently
about her bright face. Finally a rowdy
blast tears it off her shining head and
carries it away in "a mad frolic, FORUM
ately shoreward. Marion rushes for it
with evaporation. but il eludes her pur-
suit, az hats will, and goes spinning Just
nj Of her reach down the esplauade. IL
is June, an Of season at the llygrIa, and
the place is comparatively deserted.
Marion had the chase all To herself, until,
as she reached the ball room, a young
man. standing in an open doorway,
darted forward ahead Of the hat, caught
1t and restored ia young man with a
dark, refined. handsome face. "A Span
lard" thought Marion rs she took her
hat, with eager thanks, and put II on.
and held ii down with two firm white
hands. The young man looked at her
with a sud len quickening Of the
pulses. Love at first sight happens just
often enough in well regulated modern
society to re eem il from absolute, pro-
sale common place.
Leoncp IrisSaye gave the careless,
lovely girl before him his heart then aud
there. lie gave her also a curious. panied
expression, Let me see: it was like a
mar under sentence of death who an
hour before his execution is shown a
brilliant. mocking panorama Of what life
might be in beauty and sweetness. There.
] have given you the kew note Of my story.
Robert Derby and his and Marion's
cousin, Lily Fayre, came down the ball
room suddenly and joined our two.
Robert was an army lieutenant on a
months leave from his pst in the far
west. They were here for "A fortnight.
and Marion was chaperoning her brothers
desperate wooing Of Lily, who blew hot
one day and cold the next, a capricious
little gypsy beauty, Us contradictory as
her name was to herself. Brlssaye lifted
his hat and walked away, as Robert ex-
claimed: ''Hullol there YOU arr. Marion.
We have been looking for Won all over the
world" Then, when BrisSaye Was out
of hearing. who's your frIend:'
You ask too much. He had Just
caught my hat from the teeth Of the wind
when you came up"
Looks SpanIsh-Cuban, suggested
Lily.
Think sO:" Robert demurr~i. He
looks more 10 me- But at that mo-
ment the band tramped into ihe hall
room and cut short his sentence. They
clashel and crashed a marrh winch signi-
feel that it WAS dinner time.
The Ilygcia is Ike a great conserva-
tory, all out Of doors. inClus-d in sheets of
glass. Every one is conspicuous: every
one sees every one else, Ia tie middle If
the airy, glazing dining hall sat Il white
haired. white bearded gentleman tran
gully eating his soup: neat him sat
Leonce. melancholy ami dark. do you
know who those two men are Robert
Derby inquired, indicating tie pair 10 IN
acquaintance who sat next him at the
table.
'BishOp-Bishop Mainwaring. of the
English church. The other MAJ is his
secretary. Very unusual. able man. the
bishop. Making a tour of this country.
Hal a diocese in Africa somewhere.
"Oh." Robert said, and stared IT the
bishop; then at the seCreiarv. but longer
at the tccretary. THAT acc"uuts. Packed
him up there. | SUPPOSE:
Picked whom up where
The dark fellow looks like a colored
man.
what nonsense cried Marion.
what an Ilea.' Lily INTERCEPTED.
You're wrong there sdpI the ac-
quaiutance. ''Ile's a Frenclman. Born
in Algeria. | was told SO hy q TREND VI
thu bishop
But Robert insisted. ''THoks uncOm-
monty as though he had duky blood in
his veins. The type is unmrslaksbIe, for
all his straight features,
Brissayc, CHANGING up, met Marion's
direct. clOudless gaze fixed upon hun.
She withdrew it TRANQUILITY bat a dark
Hush mounted 10 his swdTtltv face.
The fellow knows We ate talking
about him. Robert saId, hclrllessly.
''See him blush"
1--WE did stare Marion Admitted. Il
am sorry. One can see that l,e is very
sensitive. He looks like an artist.
II knew a tOnsorial artist unts in New
Orleans who was the image NJ HIM. lie
called his shop The Studio. That branch
of art.
Robert was blessed with an nquiring
mind. and hc liked 10 bc night. In the
course Of the afternoon hc instituted IN.
quirirs in regard to the English bishop
and his companion, while Marion PAID
visits in the fort with Lily. hllcr tea he
spent ten minutes or % looking for the
girls, whom he finally discovered in the
breezy pavilion wrapped in Glnwls. The
night was dropping down in her soft dark
mantle, but the girls light dresses were
still distinct in the faint starlight. Robert
made himself entirely at home in a chair
next Lily. I'VE appear to lr the only
Jewellers, y said he, castinga casual glance
about him. 'Det me see! Whit was il
] had 30 tell yout'-you. Marion, es-
pecially. OIL was right about that
private secretary; he is a cullud pusson.
sure enough. Chaplain Ayrps. Of the
fort, told me. and he had il from the
bishop himself. So it comes straight. or
coorse he has white blood. Ills grand
father was "A Frenchman; an cxilcd mar
quis, in fact, who gambled away his